Their only defect is that they are useless human beings that cannot be left alone in a store to fend for themselves. They are the equivalent of newborns in the real world. I see them and sometimes I hide. I know that sounds really mean, however after dealing with a particular customer, I believe anyone would see my reasoning and hide as well. I noticed a man in his mid fifties staring at the jean section in the little girl’s section. I did not particularly want to help him, but I really had nothing better to do. I asked him if he was doing alright, he just looked at me confused. I offered him some help. He informed me that he needed to buy some stuff for his granddaughter who was staying over for the weekend. She was a size ten I pointed him to the right stack of jeans, he thanked me and we parted ways. I wish it had ended there. I was moved to the cash register, thirty minutes later he is ready to check out. I ask him again if he found everything okay. He responds with a thank you. I begin scanning his items and notice a few things. He had a mixture of a women 's size ten jeans, girls plus ten jeans, girl’s size ten slim jeans, and regular size ten jeans. I knew this was obviously wrong, and because we had a special on kid’s jeans that day the store was packed. There was a line all the way to the back of the store, and there was a hapless man in front of me that looked just as tired as i was when i informed him that he had gotten the wrong size of jeans. He went back to the pit of hell that was the kid’s section. I continued checking people out but i felt bad for the man. I asked someone to cover for me and went to help him. I found him staring at the jean section with a blank look in his eyes. We started hunting for those size ten regular jeans that seemed to as nonexistent as bigfoot. It took an hour and thirty minutes to find all the jeans that the customer needed. Afterwards I checked him out and I asked
Their only defect is that they are useless human beings that cannot be left alone in a store to fend for themselves. They are the equivalent of newborns in the real world. I see them and sometimes I hide. I know that sounds really mean, however after dealing with a particular customer, I believe anyone would see my reasoning and hide as well. I noticed a man in his mid fifties staring at the jean section in the little girl’s section. I did not particularly want to help him, but I really had nothing better to do. I asked him if he was doing alright, he just looked at me confused. I offered him some help. He informed me that he needed to buy some stuff for his granddaughter who was staying over for the weekend. She was a size ten I pointed him to the right stack of jeans, he thanked me and we parted ways. I wish it had ended there. I was moved to the cash register, thirty minutes later he is ready to check out. I ask him again if he found everything okay. He responds with a thank you. I begin scanning his items and notice a few things. He had a mixture of a women 's size ten jeans, girls plus ten jeans, girl’s size ten slim jeans, and regular size ten jeans. I knew this was obviously wrong, and because we had a special on kid’s jeans that day the store was packed. There was a line all the way to the back of the store, and there was a hapless man in front of me that looked just as tired as i was when i informed him that he had gotten the wrong size of jeans. He went back to the pit of hell that was the kid’s section. I continued checking people out but i felt bad for the man. I asked someone to cover for me and went to help him. I found him staring at the jean section with a blank look in his eyes. We started hunting for those size ten regular jeans that seemed to as nonexistent as bigfoot. It took an hour and thirty minutes to find all the jeans that the customer needed. Afterwards I checked him out and I asked